Freudian ****ery Stupidly I wrote this, halfheartedly as with all works I do, and I italicize that for I can hardly call this a work, so poorly done. Slovenly written, a sloppy work if a work at all. Why I don't write. I can't write for serious. I haven't any idea how to properly proportion poetry, the stanzas, it's all shabby... After my daily dose of deprecation we can carry on. Click the below if still interested. It all began after I thought to write, "Alas, we're fucked, we're all fucked! Mentally, that is. It's all Freud's fault." then it turned into... Spoiler Alas, we're fucked, We're all fucked! I sit here constrained, an animal in a cage. And on me my straitjacket too tight, my chest compressed by the sheer weight. They throw at me peanuts, their eyes visibly widened beyond the bars of which hold me prisoner. The doctors, they handed me my diagnosis with a prognosis of possibilities but, I see no possible possibilities for me. They had me hopeful, "There's still hope left... a new method of therapy devised. It's all the rage in Europe. Interested?" Still I see no possible possibilites for me. Now as I eye the boy eyeing me, I ask the brat for what does he aim at me? He spits and he shouts, "You're a freak! A weirdo! You're crazy and you're mad! A nut! You're different and a dolt! A dunce! And for that, I take aim at you." Alas, we're fucked, We're all fucked! I've no resolve as I've no hourglass and as I've no hourglass I can't stop the grains of sand which continue to trickle despite my anguished howls! To be normal is what I would want but I haven't any wanting left. I've no way of stopping my chest's compressing. No longer can I write, no longer can I afford to impress the likes of yourself and that brat. I will die a bitter beast, my chest compressed under the sheer weight. Alas, we're fucked, We're all fucked!
'Tis no surprise. It should be said that I have taken this test far too many times, and others like it, hence my results may be affected. Should be kept in mind. Meh. Online tests are faulty, you can't trust. Schizoid and Avoidant I identify with highly, but the others... not really. Add a touch of codependency, and you have yourself an avoiding, codependent schizzy; how ironic, a dependent schizoid. Dependent on the off chance that I befriend a person, I too can be needy given the chance to. But I could have very well identified myself as such, needn't take a test. It is no stunning nor striking realization. Paranoid |||||||||||| 46% 49% Schizoid |||||||||||||||||||| 90% 53% Schizotypal |||||||||||||||| 70% 53% Antisocial || 10% 47% Borderline |||||||||||||||||| 74% 47% Histrionic |||||| 26% 43% Narcissistic |||| 14% 41% Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 70% 39% Dependent |||||||||||||| 58% 37% Obsessive-Compulsive |||||||||||||||| 66% 40%
Has this turned into art requests? Are you taking arts requests? If you could, finish what Llave ended and failed to go through with, draw the trio: comprising of Makaze, LARiA, and Saxima together. I never forgot, that he never did it. From the Draw the User Above You thread. Endlessly we wait and we get nothing! Here's to hoping, that you are more active than him. Much obliged if you do.
How could you? Yes. Yes, you forgot me. I could ask you to add me in, but what good would that do? The damage has been done already. What ever has happened to my family? It has been torn: Zter, Kayleah, and me. We were one big happy family. I can't stomach the thought, of my family being torn! Father, how could you forget about me? How could you? No. No, no no. Are you thinking of adding me in? Hastily. Adding me in hastily, in an attempt to undo the damage. I've taken the blow. I am broken.
You are very pretty. Might come off an ego booster but, I mean it, nice-looking. Rather difficult to believe I hadn't seen a photo of you about until now, as you are a well-known frequenter of the forum and I have been seated here for many a month now. How could I have missed it.
Good Dog Greg, whose loyalty is breathtakingly heartwarming.
Some music for your enjoyment. [video=youtube;sC0cvwnG0Ik]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sC0cvwnG0Ik[/video]
Name: Anya Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearence: Spoiler Personality: Offhandedly offensive with a dose of mild cynicism. Due to her constant income of cold fronts, she frightens off friends and family alike. She is highly misunderstood in that she is perceived a threat, an intimidation, wherein she is not. Her look is not a glare but a solemn, fixed gaze, one tinged of mingled sadness from long off. Weapon: Poisonous toxins Other: Anya in Sanskrit means "other", or "another person"
By everyone... everyone I failed to protect... By you. For not coming in time. By myself. I want to be forgiven. Are sins ever forgiven...?
I think... I want to be forgiven... More than anything.
No one has yet mentioned it. What is your site theme set to? If it's the original, I think you should see it... I can see it. I am using the...
I'm not fit to help anyone. I can't protect anyone. Not my family, not my friends. Nobody. I... I let the thread die... I let it die.
To all the good misses and madams, and laddies and misters who wished me a happy birthday I thank. You all. Sorry for the late response. inexcusable.
Not the wrong FF protagonist, I don't think. Though the quote is more commonly associated with Squall I think that, at least in the beginning of...
We need a Shinji to fap all over you in that thread and put you in your place. Good god, I make myself laugh. That was my initial thought process,...
...I'm acting, too. But I don't want to act anymore.
It's all an act. We're all acting. We're all... acting. ...
...Whatever. It's none of my concern.
...Good god. This is worse than I thought it would be. You don't... you don't... ehhmm... my brother has my mic still. I have an excuse this time around. *panics* I'll think about it...
Dare. Truth or Dare to the below?
